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It has been raining a lot on Kauai. I continue to run in the rain, and today the sun was breaking through, a beautiful site after all the rain. This scene reminds me of a song from long ago that begins, “These mist covered mountains, are a home now for me, but my home is the low lands and always will be.” This song reminds me that this Earth is not our final home, that we belong with God in Heaven. As beautiful as these mist covered mountains can be, our home is the fertil

By Challi Barnhurst, 2025 Making a god of me, This ought never be. All the output of this energy, To protect and honor this earthen entity. Unnatural, over-ripe - this human cacophony, I was simply created to be an instrument in Your symphony. So handle me with purpose in Your service, To the tarnish of selfish motive, make me impervious. I, an unprofitable servant, the honor is in the call; To be bidden, follow You, is the greatest gift of all.

Robert is a member of Lyte Lyrics. His is a musician and photographer. He sees God everywhere in nature. In the high mountains, in the ocean tides, in the lofty trees and in the diverisity of flowers created by God. God intends that we enjoy life and has provided everything we need to enjoy life and prosper. The beauty of nature inspires Robert's photography and music.